"Wasn't his wife a cow?"

[charliesmum]

New York was fun. Didn't go to Greenwich Village to get ravished by Butch Lesbians. It was raining, and I forgot my suspants, so I figured I'd put it off for another day.

However, Macbeth was fantastic.

I went with my two BFFs kirathaune and pairika. The three of us had played the witches one year at the Collingswood Book Festiva. It's kind of how we bonded, so we were looking forward to seeing the witch scenes, and Wow. It totally rocked. They did the bit with 'double double' as a kind of a rap and it was seriously so cool I can't even describe how cool it was.

Anyway...there are better reviews out there (see king_duncan's review on my last post for an example), so I won't bore you with my squeeing of the play, but will get on to the more important things.

After the play, we were milling about in the front of the theatre, trying to figure out how to get out of the crowd, and to decide where to go to eat. I said, 'while we're milling, can we go mill at the stage door around back?' My friends said they'd endulge me, so I turned to make my way through the crowd, and there, in the thick of it, was Patrick Stewart!

He, very graciously, had come out to the front of the theatre, and was pleasantly signing autographs and chatting with people.

"OMG HE'S RIGHT THERE!" I capslocked, digging through my purse to find the playbill and a pen.

"Do we have a card to give him?" pairika asked.

"No" said kirathaune, "but I have a keychain!"

As I stood there, vibrating with excitement, she took the Collingswood Shakespeare Company keychain off her key ring and handed it to me. I turn around and say, "Mr Stewart, may I give you something?" And these totally awesome girls in front of me actually moved aside so I could get a clear shot.

He did eventually turn to me and take my playbill and my pen that is shaped like Shakespeare.

"What's this?" he said, smiling at the pen.

"It's my Shakespeare pen."

"Oh, your lucky Shakespeare pen?"

It is now, I think.

He signs my playbill with his own pen, and as he hands it back to me I hand him the keychain. "This is from our Shakespeare company," I say, proud to notice my voice isn't shaking, although my hand is. I also blather something about how much I enjoyed the show. He thanks me, and takes the keychain, again with a smile.

kirathaune also got his autograph, and had the presence of mind to tell him we'd been the witches once, which was totally cool.

So YAY! Patrick Stewart autograph! And maybe, just maybe, he will notice our website on the keychain and check us out.

It could happen!

I also have to tell you about the funniest thing that happened the entire day, but I will cut it, as this is getting long.

We're somewhere in Times Square, drowing in tourists, and in front of us is a well-dressed older man, who was asking two young New York City cops if they knew where a Starbucks was.

One cop points him up the street, and the other indicates there is another Starbucks in the opposite direction as well.

"What did he just ask them?" pairika said.

"He's looking for a Starbucks," I reply.

She rolls her eyes. "There's one right there." she says, and points emphatically behind us where the big, green Starbucks sign hovers over our heads like an invading alien.

"Well, we're not from here," one cop says, in a very heavy New York accent as the two of them, grinning sheepishly, walk away.